"Jianteng, the doctor said that the baby inside me is a son." Yanyan clung to the man's arm, shaking it incessantly, as if he were her lifeline, trying desperately to change his mind.
Little did she know, the moment Mrs. Su heard the word "son," a sinister expression crossed her face.
Seeing the red-eyed image of the vixen in front of her, Mrs. Su felt a sense of relief. Su Jianteng was a selfish man with no lack of sons, but rather a great ambition in his career.
Mrs. Su quietly watched the two of them, eagerly awaiting the man's response.
On the sofa, Su Jianteng's face was gloomy.
Before him was the warmth of tenderness, Yanyan covering her mouth to stifle her sobs.
As Su Jianteng looked at the usually gentle and considerate woman before him, he couldn't help but feel a hint of pity. He pressed his lips together, raised his dark, inky eyes, and spoke with a hint of comfort in his voice, "Yanyan, be good, this time just..."
